Jon sat at his outdoor bar late at night in the midst of mid-summer, feeling the warm, humid air cling to his skin.

The city lights cast a beautiful glow over the area, illuminating the city streets and beaches.

This was the life.

2014, mid-summer, no worries.

Soft, tropical music could be heard in the background, adding to the peaceful atmosphere.

Despite the heat, Jon found it oddly calming, as he sat back in his chair and took in his surroundings.

He took a sip of his beer, his gaze lingering over the beach, the water gently lapping against the shore.

Jon had made a life for himself in Panama, having purchased a small outdoor bar in the city.

The bar had become a popular spot for locals and tourists alike, offering a relaxing atmosphere and a great view of the beach.

Jon was known for his friendly demeanor, his signature drinks, and his laid-back style.

He often spent late nights sitting at the bar, chatting with patrons or just enjoying the soft music and warm breeze.

As Jon sat sipping his drink, he saw a young woman approach.

You.

Your long legs were accentuated by your jean shorts, and your midriff bared by the cropped top you were wearing.

You had sun-kissed skin tinged with a golden tan, complimenting your dark brown locks perfectly.

Jon was taken aback by how tall you were for your age, but what truly stood out were your bright blue eyes, sharp and alert.

Jon sat up straight in his seat, clearing his throat and donning his professional persona.

He turned to you, plastering his charming smile across his face.

"Anything I can get ya', doll?"

He asked, his voice smooth and friendly.